Colleen Houck

Okay, then I’ll just say I love you. There is nothing in this world more important to me than you are. I’m only content when you’re near. My whole purpose is to be what you need me to be. It’s not poetry, but it’s from my heart. Will that do?

I decided to find you, throw myself at your feet, and beg you to have mercy on me. Honestly, I’ll accept whatever you choose, Kelsey. Just don’t ask me to live apart from you again. Because...I can’t.

I could feel the warmth of his presence as if a soft blanket had been wrapped around my soul, around my heart. It held me and protected me. It sheltered me and I knew I wasn’t alone anymore.

I am as wrapped up in her as a vine that clings to a tree seeking for sustenance. She’s tied me to her for eternity. She’s my home. She’s my reason for being. To win and hold her heart is my only purpose.

As a man, I instantly became aware of the gold in her hair, her height measured against mine, and how easily she'd fit in my arms. ~Ren

What is real and what is not is for your heart to decide and for your heart to know.

Tarzan-like men are my weakness, apparently.

Falling for him would be like cliff diving. It would be either the most exhilarating thing that ever happened to me or the stupidest mistake I’d ever make.

A quiet but indomitable voice behind me said, I believe this is my dance. It was him. I could feel his presence. The warmth of him seeped into my back, and I quivered all over like spring leaves in a warm breeze.

You don’t take away my choices. You are my choice.

A tiger only needs three things to be comfortable. Lots of food, sleep, and…actually, no it’s just those two things.

The fact is…I’m in love with you, and I have been for some time.

Is it really you this time, Kells?Well, I’m no maggoty corpse, if that’s what you mean.He grinned. That’s a relief. No maggoty corpse would be that sarcastic.

I could still feel the ghost of him hovering in the quiet, dark recess of my heart. It was as if he was just waiting for me to be lonely, or to let my guard down, so that he could surface and fill my mind again with thoughts of him.

I’ve been working hard to become the kind of man she needs, the kind of man she already believes me to be.

It’s like this…a starving man would gladly eat a radish, right? In fact, a radish would be a feast if that’s all he had. But if he had a buffet in front of him, the radish would never be chosen.

Were you always such a stubborn, blind, obtuse girl?Are you calling me stupid?Yes, but in a more poetic way!Well, here’s a poem for you. Get lost!

Hmm…now that I think about it, housecats are often coddled and petted. You don’t pet me nearly enough. You must be a lax owner. How selfish of you to deprive your cat of attention.